Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry

Some dozen or more years ago, while living at Liebenstein, a German hydropathic
establishment in Sachse-Meiningen, I took a stroll across the country on a hot
summer’s day, when coming near some low marshy ground I became aware of a
concert of soft musical notes, floating up gently from the pools of water among the
reeds. Never having heard anything of the kind before, I went close up to the brink
of the water, and soon found that the most sweet discourse came from a colony of
green frogs. Their music made such an impression on me, that on the way back to
my water-quarters I wrote some lines as a memorandum of the event, the same that
I now send, if they shall seem worthy, for insertion in the various pages of the ‘ Dark
Blue.’ Perhaps the verses, however small their poetical merit, may be fortunate
enough to bring out some batrachian commentary from learned naturalists, that
might prove both interesting and instructive to me and your readers. Are these
green boggy musicians to be found in any part of England ?  Scotland certainly
is too cold for them ; otherwise I should have met with them in my many
wanderings. J. S. B.